Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Maura's POV:

I was dragged back to home after dad left me all injured. He didn't even let me take a breather and asked me to follow him home. The blood had dried up on my body, and my wounds were aching.

I basically crawled behind him. And since it was too dark, Dad got the benefit, and nobody spotted me in that state. Even if they had, they wouldn't say a word. Nobody wanted to mess with my father, as he would make their lives hell.

"Go change and cook for me," dad said as soon as we entered the house.

I mustered all the strength I could to rush upstairs and shut my bedroom door.

"Ah!" I winced in pain when taking off my clothes and walking under the shower.

I knew only a shower could help calm my bruised body.

"I am sorry, Zane. But we cannot be together," I whispered under the shower, preparing myself to reject Zane's offer. I wasn't even allowed to be seen with him.

It wasn't that I hadn't thought of running away from my house. I just didn't know if I could trust Zane. If a father could treat his daughter like that, anybody could. How can I trust Zane when I can' t even trust my own father?

and standing under the water until I began to feel like I was being watched. It shouldn't have been so unsafe because I had

to my

the direction of the door. That's when I spotted my father standing in my room and watching me with a nasty grin covering his lips. It was the horror of seeing him

doing here?" I yelled, sticking to the corner and

is now that she has grown up." He whispered, taking a step

could see my naked body with his hungry eyes. But that's what confused him, and I was able to kick him out

father's simplest desires?" He yelled from the other

I cannot live like this. He made

when I heard the door being slammed shut. I fathomed he

slipped into my clothes and walked out

I was muttering and packing my clothes. I knew for a fact he will be gone

my bedroom, looking around and making sure he wasn't home. Once I was halfway downstairs, I heard some noises coming from the basement. A frown covered my forehead because I didn't recall ever going into the basement.

thirst. They cannot just live here and act like they own the place," he was talking to himself. I could tell he was pretty drunk, but that didn't matter to me. My entire attention was on the basement and what he was doing there, and what did he mean by

his way to

motionless for another few minutes before I dropped my bag and strolled in the direction

storage room and grabbing an axe to break down the